( I'm sorry if these parts are getting boring, I'm trying to make it as entertaining as I can, but I'm fearing that its not good at all. On a side note, all of Brock's stories about jail, actually happened to one of my friends. he let me use his tales with permission.)

"I'm in Japanese Jail Lord, Japanese jail got me down!" sang a voice that echoed throughout the corridor. Some officers looked at each other in confusion as they tried to understand what were the lyrics of the song that continued on. "I'm in Japanese Jail Lord, those jap balls got me down!" Juan and the rest of the crew chuckled as Erik kept singing in a dull, yet hilarious tone about their conundrum. He stopped as he looked at all of his friends; he smiled as he started once again as all joined in perfect harmony "We're in Japanese prison Lord, We don't belong here our eyes are round!" Everybody cheered as they finished the song and laughed; "you know ever since I saw that on TV, I've always wanted to try it" grinned Erik as he looked around him. " Glad we also joined in too" exclaimed Tony as he sat on the other side of the cell. There suddenly was a moment of silence as everybody grinned, their minds in bliss as they added that moment to the large library of memories. "You know, I thought I'd never say this, but being in jail is actually pretty fun" suddenly said Doc as he ran his hand through his neatly combed hair. "I agree with you Doc" said Rick as he looked at him. "Oh shit, did I ever tell you guys the funny shit when I was in Jail?" swiftly asked Brock with excitement. Everybody quickly stopped as they stared at Brock with wide eyes; "what?" awkwardly asked Brock in response. "Its, its that you never wanted to talk about your experiences in Jail before" replied Juan. Brock looked at him and quickly looked at the ground and softly grinned. "Well, I thought you guys were going to fucking bully me, you didn't give me the most warm reception when I was placed with this crew skip" Brock answered with a slight sarcastic tone. Juan's eyes glanced away when he remembered the event; "I'm sorry Brock, I had a different mindset back then and it affected my outward appearance." he apologized as he looked at Brock. Brock gave a cocky smile after he heard the apology. "Don't worry skip, we all fuck up, believe me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to tell you this" he responded . Everybody all focused on brock as he began; "Alright, since you guys knew I was in jail, I remember that we had a TV and only a single remote to change channels. It was Sunday night and there was a lot of bibles on the table. One of the inmates had gotten hold of some weed, and I'm still wondering how he got it since you know its still illegal in Georgia, let alone having it in Jail. So he suggested to have a "Bible" study and no joke like 20 guys went into the cell with him". "Bullshit" laughed James as he looked at Brock. "I'm not fucking lying" he quickly replied. Brock continued as he laughed "So they broke the remote and used it as a lighter; it was a fucking long bible study until one guy came out. He was so fucking high that he walked out with his bible upside down and he went straight to the showers. He dropped the soap on purpose and opened the curtains and picked it up."

Everybody laughed as hard as they could as they all tried to imagine a stoned inmate who wanted to get raped. Brock laughed the hardest as he relived the events that occurred before him. He continued on as everybody settled down a bit; "Now about the remote, when I entered my cell they had their backs turned towards the door. They were trying to fix the remote that was broke in half because they used it for the lighter, but they had to hide it in someone's mattress when we went to sleep because they weren't able to fix it. After that someone wanted to change the channel, so one guy helped up the skinniest fucking dude pretty high up and he changed the channel manually while the police officer in the tower yelled at them." There was a lively feeling in the cell as everybody chuckled to their friend's tale. " I bet you laughed your ass off Brock" said Joe. "OH I did" replied brock laughing. "There was another time when we were playing cards. We got a bedsheet and put it over the table and made it look fancy. So we were playing there and the guards starting yelling at us to stop and clean it up. So in the end.." he suddenly paused as he chuckled to himself for a moment. "We all flipped over the table and made a huge fucking mess so the guards had to pick it up". he finished as he re-enacted the moment as he moved his arms to flip an imaginary table. he kept chuckling as the rest smiled. "Who did you play with?" immediately asked Chuck as Brock looked at him. He replied in a confident tone "I was playing with a guy who was convicted for battery and some other guy who was convicted for murder". "Really?" responded chuck as his eyes widened with curiosity. "yeah , they were the fucking funniest people I ever met" Brock added as he regained himself. He then quickly grinned as his mind drifted away as he remembered well cherished memories. There was another short period of silence as everyone thought to themselves, about loved ones, good times and their homes. "How long are they going to keep us here skip?" suddenly asked Chris, he tone showing slight distress as his worried eyes pierced Juan. Juan looked at the ground and in his most apathetic voice slowly replied "Hopefully soon, this cell reminds me too much of our bomber". He looked up towards Chris and his crew and gave a cocky half smile that was full of hope.

Suddenly, two police officers appeared at the barred door. One of them spoke and pointed at Juan motioning him to step forward. Juan suddenly felt a huge wave of fear and nervousness as he slowly pointed at himself and silently mouthed "me?" The officer nodded as he ordered the other to open the door. Juan slowly stood up and looked at his crew with a face of chocked up terror. He then suddenly looked at the officer opening the door and a thought of escape quickly shot through his mind as he kept looking at the lock. He turned around and saw that his boys were looking at the officer as well, all having the same thought in their own heads. He noticed that Tony and Joe were slightly leaning, ready to jump in an instant as their eyes focused hard towards the lock. Both guards suddenly looked at what their prisoners were glaring at and immediately moved themselves in a defensive stance, ready for what was about to come. There was a tense feeling in the air as both parties waited for the click of the key, the noise that would release complete and brutal chaos. Juan's eyes darted from the lock to the officers and saw their faces that were filled with terror. The atmosphere got stronger and stronger with the negative aura of nervousness, desperation and anger. Time quickly stopped as Juan looked forward, his mind racing to choose one of two options that would change how the outcome would be. 'Click' suddenly went the key as Tony and Joe suddenly jumped. "STOP!" loudly barked Juan as he stretched out his arms blocking the path of the opening. His heart racing fast as his arms trembled, his fingers twitching as he stood still, his eyes covered by his hair that was flowing out of his cap. Tony and Joe abruptly froze as their eyes quickly shifted to their captain, their faces full of shock. "We don't need to get in anymore trouble, especially assault on police officers.." Juan said in a stern, almost enraged tone. Joe and Tony slowly sat down as they kept looking at Juan who had his back towards his crew; "I'll go with them and see what this is about, until then, don't do anything stupid and keep yourselves busy" ordered Juan as he started to walk forward. He then quickly stopped and added " I'm sure this isn't nothing, don't loose that feeling of happiness guys. Its the only thing that's been keeping us sane this whole damn time". His tone quickly changed to one of sarcasm, but with good intentions mixed in as he finally said "In my absence, think of this as a team building exercise". He then looked back and gave a cocky smile to his crew.

Juan walked out of the cell calmly, his movements now being determined by the officers. They immediately made him put his hands in front of is body as they slapped on a pair of silver handcuffs. As he walked next to them, he glanced and saw that their faces changed to that of people who just saw death in the face and escaped unscathed, a look he was quite familiar with. As he walked throughout he jail, he noticed that there were hardly any officers occupying the vicinity. "damn, this place has to be that fucking good if there is only 6 cops" Juan though to himself. Suddenly, he and his gauds turned left onto the main lobby of the jail. It was fairly large and well lit with plastic chairs all put in a row against one of the walls. A big wooden desk was on the opposite side with a large sign that had Japanese words written in a bold font; he then suddenly looked forward and walked past two glass sliding doors. As he stepped outside, he immediately covered his eyes and growled as they were adjusting to being outdoors in the bright sunlight. An officer placed his hand on his left shoulder and slightly pushed Juan so he would continue walking forward. Juan then quickly blinked as his sight adjusted to being outside; he then quickly looked around him and saw a wall of houses that had electrical and telephone wires on that ran through posts and that crossed everywhere in zig zag. He stood briefly and looked above him and saw the bright late morning sky that had white clouds spread across like if an artist lazily painted them. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe and smiled. Juan suddenly felt the hand aggressively push him as he broke from his peaceful moment; annoyed, he rapidly commented in a harsh tone "Alright, alright I'm going you prick". As they all walked down the steps, he saw that a black and white police car with writing over the doors awaited them below. Two more officers stood at each end of the four door sedan, their hands crossed in front of them, their eyes hidden below their cap visors. As the trio reached the car, one of the officers opened the rear door and motioned Juan to get in. He slightly bent forward and got inside of the car; as he sat down he was motioned to get in the middle of the seat. He started shuffling to get in the middle as the other door opened and stepped inside another officer. Juan immediately looked at him, his eyes cautiously scanning the police officer that sat next to him. He then felt as if another person was right next to him and glanced at the corner of his eye and saw the officer that opened the door for him sat right next to him a soft thud. 'Fucking great' thought Juan as his face slightly turned bitter 'my balls are getting crushed' he added as he slightly move to a comfortable position.

The other two police officers then got in and started the car. It puffed to life as they closed the doors and put on their seatbelts. Juan looked at the rear view mirror and saw that the driver was looking back at him. His eyes quickly shifted away from Juan as he put the car in gear and started to drive. It was deathly silent in the car as it drove on, its engine silently humming in a constant rhythm. All officers stared forward, unblinking as Juan tried to look out the windows of the car to the scenery that passed by quickly. Row after row of houses passed by, all looking the same to the one before. Signs with different colors and fonts adored the streets with collage of art. The car suddenly stopped at a light as Juan slightly went forward; he looked out each window and saw what was laying before him. There was a small group of girls outside what seemed to Juan to be a corner shop laughing and joking with each other with brightly colored sodas in their hands. As the car waited, a thought shot through Juan's brain like a bullet. He looked at his cuffed hands, then the chain that ran between them. He then looked at the driver that was only feet away from him; his imagination running wild. "Juan, hold up, what the fuck are you thinking you sick cunt" he thought as he snapped himself out of his delusion. Out of nowhere came a loud screeching and rumbling that got closer and closer by the moment. He quickly turned his head and saw a large, dark grey Tiger.P roll by. His eyes widened with shock as his mouth slightly opened with disbelief. He looked at his guards and was astonished that they passed it off like it was a normal thing. The tank slowly turned left and disappeared around the corner as Juan caught a last glimpse of the tank and saw a girl come out of the cupola. The car suddenly moved forward again; Juan turned his head towards the direction where the tank was heading and barely saw the turret of the vehicle. Two girls sat on top of it as it disappeared behind a hill; Juan noticed that in the distance was a forest. The view quickly disappeared behind another wall of houses that flashed by as the car continued. 'they are going to the wreck, looks like that blonde girl couldn't fucking keep a secret' Juan thought to himself, his eyes looking down at his cuffed hands. 'then again, we didn't land with much grace' he smiled. After what seemed like a maze of left and right turns, the car abruptly halted in front of a large brick building with superb parking lot with bushes and small trees riddled about. The four officers simultaneously got out of the car in unison, leaving Juan alone as he marveled at the building. His view was blocked when one of the officers stuck his head in the car and motioned for Juan to get out. As he got out, he got a full view of the building and his stance of it suddenly decreased. "If this is the main office or school, I thought it would be as big as our school back in the states" he said with a taunting tone to one of the officers, who replied with a look of annoyed confusion. He was suddenly pushed by one of one the officers who was behind him, making him to walk forward. He was surrounded by all four police officers who were beside him and behind him, escorting him to the brick building. Juan's heart slightly started to race as nervousness began to crawl up on him, his mind wondering what was waiting for him behind the doors that were coming up quickly. There were small cars of various shapes and colors parked in neat rows, evenly spaced between each other on both sides of the small group as they advanced. Juan held his breath as they entered a fairly large sliding door, anxiously awaiting what would be on the other side.

"Careful Yukari" nervously said Erwin as they slowly walked across the catwalk through the poorly lit bomb bay. She looked down and saw that both the doors and the lower part of the bay were smashed and mangled , wires and tubes bent and sticking out in every direction. "Imagine walking through this at 10'000 feet above the earth on a bomb run" joked Yukari as she easily slid between the bomb racks. " I wouldn't want to be in the shoes of the crew" replied Erwin as she followed. "I wouldn't mind being in one of these, it seems like fun flying in a B-17" happily said Yukari. There was a bright aura that was in front of the pair as they walked past another door, which quickly enveloped them as they closed their eyes. They slowly opened their eyes and saw the cockpit of the fallen beast that laid in tatters. As they slowly went forward, they passed the top turret as it sat motionless. Yukari quickly got in and looked up and saw two large machine guns, a smile ran across her face as she lightly touched one of them. Her heart raced as she ran her finger across the gun, feeling all the bolts and steel. She then placed her hands on the small yolk in the middle and looked through the small gun sight, and her mind quickly drifted away, imagining the twin 50.s firing at an invisible fighter. Erwin looked at her friend, slightly smiling as she saw Yukari enjoying herself. She then turned towards the cockpit of the B-17. She started walked and placed her hand on the co-pilot's seat as she leaned and saw the black instrument panel that had switches, dials and buttons scattered all over. She then slowly sat on the pilot's chair as she kept looking at the instrument panel, which was scratched heavily with chips of paint scratched off. She narrowed her vison and starred at different words that were above each and every dial and switch. "How could those boys fly this thing with all this mess in front of them" she thought as she kept looking. "Oooh" said Yukari as she rushed and sat in the co-pilot's chair. She sat down and starting looking around her with her smile growing ever bigger. "You look perfect there Erwin" she suddenly said "You look like a perfect b- 17 pilot, except for the cap of course" she giggled. Erwin gave a slight chuckle as she kept looking throughout the cockpit. She turned to her left and saw the broken Plexi-glass windows that were shattered, some pieces barley holding on the metal framing while the rest were scattered on the scuffed wooden floor, shining bright as the sun's rays hit them. "The control handles are so thin" commented Yukari as she grabbed the co-pilot's yolk. Erwin looked in front of her and saw the yolk; it was scratched and worn heavily. She looked at all the throttles and levers and saw that most of the words had be worn off, though she couldn't understand the majority of them. "Wonder how they pilots do this? Like knowing where is where" commented Erwin as she grabbed the control yolk. "They must have been training a long time, like civil pilots I'm guessing" said Yukari as she looked out the window and waved as she smiled to some of the girls who were outside. They smiled and waved back. "One thing's for sure, its going to be a pain to repair this bomber. If it takes a few days to repair our tanks after a match, just imagine how long it will take them" she said as she looked at Erwin. "Too damn long" Erwin replied with an astonished tone.

As Juan entered the building, his heart slowly down a little when he looked around and saw a well furnished lobby that was well lit and had a peaceful feel to it. There was a few people about as they went along with their business. There was a dark green rug that had marvelous white designs that covered it sprawled across the tan marble flooring that reflected the lights like a mirror. He looked down at the floor and saw his reflection, a reflection that showed a boy whose has seen too much . He stared at himself briefly and saw how tired his face was; he immediately looked up and tried to forget what he just saw. The group then walked toward the end of the lobby to an elevator that had shiny reflecting metal doors. One of the guards pushed a button and a loud hum began as the elevator came down. Juan's heart rate started to increase again as the hum got louder and louder. He quickly started to look at all directions, his eyes bouncing to every corner of the lobby trying to find something, something to take his mind off the current situation. The hum suddenly stopped and a loud ding echoed through the lobby as the metal doors slowly opened. The group then proceeded inside. Juan turned around as one of the guards pushed a button with a number three and some Japanese writing. He viewed in front of him and saw nothing but the lobby. His eyes then glanced at the officers that were beside and behind him. He gritted his teeth together as the doors slowly closed only a foot in front of him.

After a few moments, the doors suddenly opened into a narrow hallway. The group stepped out and went right down the hallway that had a polished wooden floor with white walls. Door after door passed by Juan as he kept walking, his eyes staring ahead of him unblinking, a nervous expression written across his face. Suddenly, both officers that were beside him stopped abruptly as they pushed Juan to face a large wooden door with a bright brass handle. One of the officers grabbed it and opened it with a single swift movement. Juan's heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest as the door opened to reveal a lofty room with a large wooden desk at the end of it. Both officers walked in one after the other as Juan was slightly pushed to follow. He kept walking until he reached the center of the room as one officer grabbed his shoulder, making him stop. All four officers suddenly bowed towards a man with a dark suit that was behind the desk, his back turned towards them as he looked out a window. One of the officers suddenly spoke in a deep tone at the man, who then slowly turned his body to face the group. Juan studied his complexion as he spoke to the officer with a soft voice. He had a clean haircut with glasses that made his eyes slightly large; his suit clean and free of wrinkles. The officer then went in front of Juan, shocking the young student who quickly looked at him as he grabbed his wrists. With a click, one of the handcuffs came off as Juan then looked at his wrists. 'Click' went the other handcuff as it freed Juan from its' grasp. Juan grabbed his wrists, soothing his skin as all four officers bowed again to the man and proceeded out of the room. Silence overran the room as both Juan and the man looked at each other, their eyes focusing every detail. The man looked down at Juan's legs, his skinny khaki's tucking in white socks that brightly contrasted his black ankle high sneakers. He then looked at his body, judging his tan dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up with a tan tie that was loosened around his neck. The man suddenly spoke something with a smug grin as he looked at Juan, who quickly looked at the man with a face of utter confusion. The man then said something else to Juan, only to be met with the same look. He slowly nodded when he figured out what was the problem and changed his view to a laptop that was on the edge of his desk. Juan stood there motionless as he glanced towards the man, who was busy looked at his device. "helro there" suddenly said a female voice. Juan slightly jumped when the voice spoke; "hello?' he cautiously asked. "I am Itsuko Mayumi, an engrish teacher at Saunders University, its a pleasure to meet you." she suddenly followed with a heavy accent. Juan stood, his head slightly tilted as he narrowed his eyes at the laptop. "The pleasure is all mine" he slowly said, trying to keep a pleasant tone. " I was requested to be your interpreter by Mr. Yamada, the Ooarai principle and head of the carrier." said Itsuko. The man quickly motioned for Juan to take a seat on one of the chairs that was in front of the desk. Juan slowly walked forward and pulled one of the chairs out, his hand pushing down on the red brown leather as he sat down. Juan looked at the man as he spoke something, his eyes barely glancing at the laptop screen. "Mr yamada is wondering where you come from and for what reason" suddenly said the voice. "its a long story" slowly said Juan as he took off his cap. There was a brief silence in the room until the voice spoke in Japanese at the man, who nodded as he listened. He then replied to the woman with a curious tone, his eyes glancing back at Juan. "Mr Yamada said, we have time to hear it in detail" said the woman.